Professor Jäger stood a little straighter as the door of his cell opened. He had been moved into a new one, with lights he could turn on and off when he wanted to, his very own bed, and all the equipment and supplies he required. Malachi Greymist kept his promise. Now, there was just one more thing he needed. If the self–proclaimed dark lord could stop Karla from glaring at him at all times of the day, that would be very nice.
Clutching his papers, master Irion was ushered in. „Your friend has been waiting for you," the dark lady said, heard but unseen behind the hunched wizard. „Get to work."
Irion stared at Christian. „I have never met this man before in my life," he protested, but the gate of heavy iron was slammed shut already.
Behind Malachi's dark throne stood a rectangular section of the wall which was an illusion, an illusion only him and Abigail could pass through. This was where the two of them lived, truly lived, when they were not running their schemes. This was where Abigail went now, leaving master Irion with professor Jäger and his daughter.
A rustic king size bed made of oak was the first thing that greeted her, with nightstands on either side and a deep red rug covering the entirety of the floor. On both sides of the bedroom were separate wardrobes. As Abigail entered, she passed beneath a giant television set placed upon the wall. The room was largely in darkness and the only source of light, albeit dimmed now, came from the light strips placed along all four corners of the room near the ceiling. One after the other the LED lights would glow a deep red and then fade out, giving the impression of a sliver of red slowly going in a circle around the room.
There were other doors leading away from the bedroom. Immediately to the left was the door to Malachi's home office which also doubled as his own gym. To her right was a kitchen which he rarely visited, preferring to eat in the refectory with the rest of his men. When he remembered to eat, at least. Ahead and to the left was the bathroom. Abigail moved first for Malachi's wardrobe, taking out a white coat and setting it down on his bed, along with a pair of polished black combat shoes and white cargo pants. Next she went to the bathroom and prepared his shaving equipment for him. He did comment offhandedly about having to shave earlier. Perhaps he didn't mean it, but if everything went according to plan then soon they would be hosting someone important down here. And the Dark Lord had to look his best for the occasion, did he not?